Disorder, Vanesha Pravin
The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton
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"It is June. Let's hope
Someone is kind, just in time."
- Vanesha Pravin, Disorder
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- vanesha pravin, “disorder”
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It is June. Let's hope, someone is kind, just in time.
~Vanesha Pravin (Disorder)🥀
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"It is June. Let's hope Someone is kind, just in time."
-Vanesha Pravin, from Disorderl
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“It is June. Let’s hope
Someone is kind, just in time.”
—Vanesha Pravin, from Disorder
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“It is June. Let’s hope someone is kind, just in time.”
— Vanesha Pravin, from Disorder.
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“It is June. Let’s hope
Someone is kind, just in time.”
- Vanesha Pravin, Disorder
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“It is June. Let’s hope
Someone is kind, just in time.”
— Vanesha Pravin, Disorder
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How many different ways can I say I miss you?
The beach is soulless without you. The sun still shines, but her radiance subdued without the reflection of your skin, and the sand dull without the weight of your body. Whatever happens, life goes on. But it was more beautiful with you in it.
You say you won’t stay here. But will you ever stay anywhere for long? Because I think really, all cities pale in comparison to you. The world is often ugly. But you, you are poetry. Like Mary Oliver wrote, the light of the world in the light of the world… you are exactly the poem I wanted to write. Yet, the greatest poet in the world could not write a single line more beautiful than you are. And who am I to try?
Vanesha Pravin wrote, “It is June. Let’s hope someone is kind, just in time.” And it was almost June. And you were kind. Just in time.
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I wouldn’t say you saved my life that summer, but I did find a new one. looking through archives, so many of these date back to June. so much to say about June. I hope I never run out.
November dragged me along, part of me still retreating. still dreaming of the water. lazy days and nights on the couch. dozing off to the rhythm of your breathing and waves hitting the dock. I held the world down in the lake and it drowned without a sound. I watched it drift to the bottom and imagined my body there instead. I knew it would haunt me now. I’m still running.
but can you believe it. you were all the more radiant, isolated in our peace. you couldn’t blend into a crowd if you tried. I wouldn’t say you saved my life that summer but I was half dead when I met you. and now I’m dreaming. half a world, half an eternity away.
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Vanesha Pravin, Rain (excerpt from Disorder)
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“It is June. Let’s hope
Someone is kind, just in time.”
Vanesha Pravin
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Hi! Do you have any poems/excerpts containing mentions of the month of June? Thank you!
“Time is beginning this morning in June.”
— Shirley Jackson, from The Haunting of Hill House
“All about the world is gold and green, dripping with laburnum and buttercups and the sweet stench of June.”
— Sylvia Plath, from her journal
“Green sadness is sadness dressed for graduation, it is the sadness of June, of shiny toasters as they come out of their boxes, the table laid before a party, the smell of new strawberries and dripping roasts about to be devoured; it is the sadness of the unperceived and therefore never felt and seldom expressed.”
— Mary Ruefle, from My Private Property
“Try to Praise the Mutilated World” by Adam Zagajewski (“Remember June’s long days, / and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.” ♡)
“Dear One Absent This Long While” by Lisa Olstein
“More Than Enough” by Marge Piercy
“Bad Weather” by Marie Howe
“Agapanthus Is the Word” by Vanesha Pravin (“It is June. Let’s hope / Someone is kind, just in time.”)
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